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Translator: Vesper
Ning Meng Yao looked at Bai Mo: âMy mother is in your handâs right?â Ning Meng Yao ignored Bai Moâs words as she looked him straight in the eye.
Bai Moâs lips curled up: âI have to say you are really smart.â
Although he didnât directly admit to it, those words were covertly admitting that Xiao Cheng Ya was indeed in his hands.
âWhy?â
âWhy? Because Iâm not happy. I knew Yaâer before Nangong Yan, but Yaâer fell for Nangong Yan instead, she even gave birth to you,â Bai Moâs elegant expression was completely shattered at that moment.
There was no more elegance on his face, only hatred, wishing he could obliterate all traces of Nangong Yan.
âThereâs no order in feelings, so what if you took my mother and kept her by your side? She didnât wake up at all,â Ning Meng Yao subconsciously thought of the woman in the secret chamber, was that her mother?
Bai Mo hated people telling such words the most, he stared at Ning Meng Yao, his eyes became red: âWhat do you know? You donât know anything.â
Bai Mo flexed his fingers into a claw and rushed towards Ning Meng Yao, from a glance, he wanted her life.
Ning Meng Yao was not weak, she quickly evaded him before waving her hand, instructing Number 3 and the others to step down.
Seeing Bai Moâs malevolent look, Ning Meng Yao suddenly realized her mother was actually quite a charmer herself.
âI indeed do not know anything, but what I do know is that I do not have a mother because of you,â Ning Meng Yao evaded Bai Moâs fatal attack, she then appeared behind him struck her palm at his back.
Bai Mo did not notice it. It was already too late when he wanted to evade her, he could only try his best to mitigate the damage.
âMaster......â
The expressions on Bai Moâs subordinates changed when they saw him injured. They wanted to join the fight but was obstructed: âWe are your opponents.â
Seeing the people blocking in front, the few of them were infuriated: âYou all are seeking death.â
Both sides began fighting, Ning Meng Yaoâs side had also reached a climax.
Bai Moâs skill was above Ning Meng Yao, if they carried on, she would be the one heavily injured in the end.
She was only a match with Bai Mo right now because he was blinded by rage, she would lose once he calmed down.
At that moment, Ning Meng Yao no longer cared about the morality of the pugilistic world, she flicked her wrist and the Snowfall Sword appeared in her hand.
Ning Meng Yao gradually gained the upper hand with the help of the Snowfall Sword, but the Imperial Tutor had also gradually calming down, but he also revealed an opening at the same time.
Ning Meng Yao made use of that opening and she stabbed forward with her sword while her other hand threw out a palm attack towards Bai Moâs chest.
A palm strike and sword attack caused Bai Mo to vomit a mouthful of blood.
He reached out his hand and wiped the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, he looked at Ning Meng Yao who was standing not far away from him: âIâve underestimated you.â
Ning Meng Yao did not say anything. She remained expressionless, but her body was tensed, ready to attack at any moment.
Bai Mo laughed: âYou are undoubtedly Nangong Yanâs daughter, good, very good, Iâll be waiting for you to come to the palace.â
He then leaped up and left, leaving behind a faint scent of blood.
After Bai Mo left, his subordinates also left and they quickly caught up with him.
After returning to his residence, Bai Mo vomited another mouthful of blood, his complexion became much paler.
He reached out his hand and pressed on a few of his major acupoints, he then looked at the wound on his shoulder which was still bleeding. Bai Mo laughed at himself, how many years had it been since he was last wounded to such an extent.
âMaster, are you alright? Please mete out the punishments,â The person who caught up from behind knelt on one knee.
Bai Mo waved his hand: âItâs fine, I just need some rest.
âMaster, let me wrap your wounds first.â
âAlright.â
Bai Mo closed his eyes and leaned on the chair, allowing his subordinate to help him treat his wounds.
Although the sword wound had been treated, the internal injury would not recover in a short period of time.
He reached out his hand and rubbed his chest, the dull pain could still be felt clearly.
âMaster, let me go and end her life.â